VALINGFORD.
I am Valingford, thy love and friend.

EM.
I cry you mercy, Sir; I thought so by your speech.

VALINGFORD.
What aileth thy eyes?

EM.
Oh blind, Sir, blind, stricken blind, by mishap, on a sudden.

VALINGFORD.
But is it possible you should be taken on such a sudden?
Infortunate Valingford, to be thus crost in thy love! Fair
Em, I am not a little sorry to see this thy hard hap. Yet
nevertheless, I am acquainted with a learned Phisitian that
will do any thing for thee at my request. To him will I
resort, and enquire his judgement, as concerning the recovery
of so excellent a sense.

EM.
Oh Lord Sir: and of all things I cannot abide Phisicke, the
very name thereof to me is odious.

VALINGFORD.
No? not the thing will do thee so much good? Sweet Em, hether
I cam to parley of love, hoping to have found thee in thy
woonted prosperity; and have the gods so unmercifully thwarted
my expectation, by dealing so sinisterly with thee, sweet Em?